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practice Olympics
Years around for several years
But Jim Thorpe was out there
Playing baseball. He didn't
Try at all for the Olympics
But Pop Warner got him

around
The game steady changin'
From coast to coast, rearranging
Them boys out west
We insist to keep it bangin' (Westside)
Ah yeah, we maintaining,

know
I had went to all they shows but they ain't pull up to my show
Never hold them boys on loyalty they'll snake you out fasho
23 I seen so much that

the psuedo kind catch shots by the pine
A wrap... boy
Don't fold on the map, don't toy with the brakes all day
All slaps... boy
Process been advanced my boy

in the Mack
Still I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words coming out my mouth
So I'm flushing money quickly out these

U Can't Touch Me

Royce da 5'9"

Rock City [UK]

2002

depicted from a book
Nothing but hardcore here
Read "The Source", head of my class for all four years
Did I really fall out with Eminem
(Chicka) No!
Did

ain't even bad enough to make the catalog
If you owe me money, I don't do payments I want it all
I'ma crash out on him like a plane fall
Lil nigga You

praying dear Lord
I know I've been OMS but please don't let me fall
Nor fail. I'm tryna get to Full Sail
Black boy with intelligence. Never been to jail
But

house by cutting wood
Then when things got lean at the stud mill I guess he wasn't much around
He told my mama when she went to track him down

Ohhhh oh

tracks she tapping out
I'm a living luxury
I've did things you wouldn't believe
You referees is dead to me
Like money trees, in a canopy, by the ocean side

with a lean hoe, sweat
I keep it pumping and shit, got a couple hit
Only problem is streams low
Feel like a dream but I lean over
Fall out the bed hurt

to beat when he’s out on the track.

CHORUS

A rider falls and takes a hell of a bash, Secretly you always hope for a crash,
But he picks himself up

But he was met by many cheaters on his back

Becoming crazy
Breaking bad
Little boy falls into shame

Down to crime
Start living in big city
Lost in

Bringing back that boombap
Murdering mumble rap
You're dope that's cap
Baby boy take a nap
KMC come fully strapped
With pens and Pads full of craft

the guys that I found closure
Gotta thank the devil when I'm not supposed to
The evil I'm exposed to
He brought out the things that I'm prone to
Fall back

I cop the drip for my mans, ay
Iced out daily bitch goddamn, lil boy you know I'm the man
I'm fucking this bitch from the back, you rappers all cappin

be feeling

As soon as the cat walk by the cat will be out of the bag


 before the catwalk back that is how this fuck boy be tripping


Everybody want

Country Road

The Lacs

Country Boy's Paradise

2011

raised in the south (raised in the south)
Country folk gon' ride on out (ride on out)

Now we're back roads cruising on a two path lane
Stopping by

a dangerous scheme
Lover boy eyes
A familiar smile
I loved you once before
Was blinded by the fall
You're just my alcohol
I'm letting go

They say apples don't fall far from the tree
I think they right
This is salty sand
Teflon is the son
The boy stay on the run
Ruin from the jump

Introducing the undefeated champ
The motherfucker straight out of Cleveland
216
The heavyweight champ of the world
Y'all already know who it is
Bully

Grown by throwing all these weak drafts away 
How the scratches turn to passages then back to scratches
It's a balancing act between tracks of passion

Grown by throwing all these weak drafts away 
How the scratches turn to passages then back to scratches
It's a balancing act between tracks of passion

a homies that'll rob for the dolla I'm yellin out 
mobsta fo life

(chorus)
(Twista)
baby I see ya thick but this time fuck a bitch
Ima take my boy